The Muse's Gift

The speed-post worked;

The poems he'd sent as her birthday gift,

Reached her on time,

And brought tears to her eyes.

That evening the phone rang:

When she said thank you,

He knew she meant it:

Her tears became poems;

His collection was complete.

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